The Weight of Ages: Modern Sonnets - страница 7

A secret treasure that the heart can keep,

And makes us stronger, making us whole.

So, share your smile, let kindness be your guide,

And watch its magic ripple far and wide.

A gentle sunbeam, dancing on my face,

A robin's song that fills the morning air,

A simple moment, found in time and space,

A weightless feeling, banishing all care.

Happiness, a butterfly in flight,

A fleeting glimpse of beauty, pure and bright.

It lands so softly, bathed in golden light,

And whispers secrets in the fading night.

Don't chase it wildly, lest it disappear,

But hold it gently in your heart's embrace.

For, happiness is found in moments near,

In simple joys that time cannot erase.

So, breathe it in, this feeling sweet and true,

And let its warmth forever dwell in you.

Within the heart, a hidden song resides,

A melody that dances, soft and low,

A gentle current where true beauty glides,

A secret harmony that starts to grow.

It whispers through the chambers of the mind,

A solace in the chaos and the fray,

A tapestry of feelings intertwined,

That brightens even the darkest, greyest day.

Though words may fail to capture all its grace,

And mortal ears may struggle to define,

This inner music leaves a timeless trace,

A spark of wonder, truly so divine.

So, listen close, and let your spirit soar,

To hear the soul's sweet song forevermore.

The market calls, a siren's gilded song,

Of better bread, and lives beyond the fray.

We leave behind the place where we belong,

To chase a future, brighter than today.

Yet, is this journey truly ours to claim?

Or are we pawns, propelled by want and need?

Does freedom bloom within this endless game,

Or just a gilded cage, a heart that bleeds

For, roots untended, memories left behind?

We seek a solace, tangible and true,

But find the self fragmented, hard to find,

A patchwork soul, forever split in two.

So, let us tread with wisdom, deep and vast,

And ask, “What price this life, and will it last?”

The world in white, a silent, frozen dream,

Begins to weep, a fragile, watery sigh.

The sun's soft kiss, a warmly golden gleam,

Awakens life beneath a weeping sky.

The icy grip that held the earth so tight,

Relaxes now, releasing streams unbound.

No longer veiled in purest, blinding light,

The hidden earth emerges from the ground.